A Departure to Divergence

By Anonymous, Harrisonburg, VA

Image Credit: Keith K., Milford, CT

I sat there in that large white commercial jet plane at Fort Lauderdale International Airport. I had just turned sixteen. My father rested beside me, filled with the excitement of the oncoming vacation to Cancun, Mexico where we meet up with the Grand Sunset Princess Resort. However, his brain also clogged up with the viscous sludge of fatigue caused by lack of sleep at home. Suddenly, the high pitched squeal of the turbines blasted into my ears like water from a fire hose. I looked out, and I realized that this magical flying ship had finally decided to sail into the skies ahead. Although the “royal” and “divine” thrones which we settled upon felt like solid blocks of cold steel, the thought of streaking through the air like a bullet drowned out any misery. Also, this bullet-like ship aimed towards a place unlike my dull home in Harrisonburg, Virginia, where I would usually just pace indefinitely in the dark and dreary dungeons of my mind. Finally, several hours later, we disembarked from the glorious ship scintillating in the sunlight and into the warm fruity air of the Mexican Peninsula, a unique world of differences.

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